Flight To Paradise
Flight To Paradise
Sequel to Special Delivery
Brian looked up at his
cousin as he flipped through the magazine he was holding. The two
were in the pool house, Kevin sitting in a chair next to the door and Brian
was sitting on an old raft that was long since deflated
from a hole in the side. He looked
around the little place, studying the structure and hiding places for everything.
He looked at all the pool supplies, toys, and tools needed to keep the
property in as good order as it was.
"How much longer?"
Brian asked. It was about the forth or fifth time he'd asked that,
but what else was he going to do, he didn't have a watch on.
"About forty-five minutes,"
Kevin answered, not even looking at his watch, simply turning another page.
"How do you know that
without looking at your watch?"
"Because it's been about
two minutes since you last asked me."
"Oh," Brian said, looking
down at his feet. He sighed, thinking about what he and Sarah could
be doing or talking about at that moment. He closed his eyes, leaning
back against a shelf, trying to imagine Sarah there with
him, letting her voice enter his head and
float around, calming him substantially.
"Yo, Bri, you awake?"
Brian kept still, not
responding, wondering what Kevin would do.
Kevin asked again, raising his voice a little. Brian didn't move,
simply breathed deeply, keeping his eyes closed, hoping it looked like
he was asleep.
"Cuz, are you fooling
me, cause if you are, I'll throw you in the pool," Kevin said, standing
up. Brian heard him walk over to him and fought against his own instincts
and kept still. He heard Kevin drop his magazine omewhere
and walk out of the pool house, closing the
door behind him.
Brian opened his eyes
and looked around wildly. He stood up and hurried to the door of
the house, looking out the corner of the window and watching as Kevin walked
in the main house and into the hall towards the bathroom.
Brian opened the door and closed it behind
him quietly, creeping along the bushes to the house.
'I feel like I'm in Mission:
Impossible or I'm James Bond or something,' Brian thought, trying his best
to stay out of the light coming from the house. He made it to the
side of the house and hid behind a bush just as he
heard the sliding patio door open.
He peeked around the side of the bush and watched as Kevin jogged back
to the pool house and walk in. He walked out moments later and looked
around the backyard as he hurried back into the house. Brian smiled
as his cousin disappeared inside and walked along the side of the house,
finally stopping when he got to the living room window. He could
see Sarah in there, sitting on the couch, hugging her knees up and staring
at the ground. AJ, Howie, and Nick were sitting in the room with
her all chatting happily, but she was silent, almost sad. Brian wanted
to hold her, let her know she was there, and watched as she closed her
eyes and leaned back against the back of the couch, unconsciencely playing
with the gold ring he'd given to her six months ago. He had intended
it as a birthday present, seeing as he wouldn't be there for her real birthday.
On the day,
though, he sent her a dozen red and white
roses, and he knew that she loved them, when he called her and sang happy
birthday, she was in tears. He smiled, remembering the day like it
Brian snapped back to
reality as Kevin hurried in the room and said something. Nick ran
out of the room, AJ close behind, and Howie moved closer to Sarah as she
looked around the room, a slightly excited look on her face. 'He
must've just told them I was gone,' Brian thought, creeping quietly along
the side of the house, ducking below the window. He walked around
the front and reached for the front door handle, but stopped himself.
'Wait a sec, that'll get
me caught, I ought to go in through the garage,' he thought. He backed
down the porch and to the other side of the house, walking quietly to the
garage door. He opened it quietly, trying to not make
the handle squeak like it normally did, and
heard footsteps. He let go of the handle and slid down to the ground,
hiding between two bushes. He saw a flash of white and green go by,
Nick's shirt. Brian waited a few moments
until he stood back up and tried the door
again. He opened it without too much noise and closed it quietly
behind him as he walked in. He walked around Nick's black Prowler,
his pride and joy car, though he rarely drove it, it was his favorite.
Brian carefully stepped over a fallen rake and climbed the wooden steps
to the door connecting to the hallway of the house. He pressed his
ear to the door, listening for anyone's footsteps. He didn't hear
any and opened the door slowly, peeking out into the hallway. He
stepped out in the hallway and closed the door behind him, hurrying to
the kitchen. He spotted Jane sitting at the island counter, talking
on the phone a mile a minute while Angel sat across from her, writing furiously
in a notebook. Brian walked quietly through the kitchen, shaking
his head and holding his finger up to his lips when Angel saw him and opened
her mouth to say something. She nodded and pretended to lock her
lips shut with a key, then turned back to her writing. Brian practically
sighed with relief and peeked into the next room, the dining room, which
was connected to the living
room. He walked across the room and
stood by the entryway to the living room and spotted Howie still on the
couch next to Sarah, he being the only other person in the room.
Brian smiled to himself and bit his lip.
'This shouldn't be too
hard, I mean, it is Howie,' Brian thought. He watched Sarah for a
few minutes, trying to send her a mental message to look up and see him.
She finally did and a smile immediately spread across her
face. Brian held his finger up to his
lips and shook his head, gesturing to Howie. Sarah nodded slightly
and looked at Howie.
"What time is it?"
Howie sighed and looked
at his watch. "Eleven-twenty," he replied.
Brian ran into the room
and over to Howie, holding him down as Sarah covered his mouth.
"You didn't see us, got
it?" Brian whispered. Howie nodded and Brian smiled up at Sarah.
"Let's go," he said.
He let go of Howie and grabbed Sarah's hand, leading her out of the room.
He led her upstairs and into one of the vacant guestrooms, closing the
door behind them quietly and leading her to the
balcony and holding her as they looked at
the stars above them.